Some 6 years ago, words started to flow, without a reason, direction, logic.
Like drops of water in a wild waterfall, through which the beams of the sun can be seen.
And the waterfall is always moving, never the same, yet, the beauty that is reflected by the various appearances, is always of the light, not of the images.
So, you finally give up understanding, forecasting, planing,
And fall in love with watching, free from all ideas and benefits,
There -
Reasonless beauty is.
I asked a friend today, what is your main complaint to yourself?
She said: “my obsessive personality in regard to perfection”.
It was a surprise (for me) to hear my question, just as it was surprising to hear her answer.
Immediately, something in the mind flashed, and I felt that it is actually relevant to what was written few days ago (I post daily in Facebook short writings in Hebrew, few lines each)
It was found easily, and reading it felt like I meet these words for the first time. And we watched it together.
(Translation)
“ You asked for precision
And revealed the integrity of a mistake
In the very occupation
There’s distance from the essence“
What does it mean? I ask myself...
Can I look into it? Is it relevant?
There’s a movement towards universal order.
It is seen in every particle, in the streets, in the ocean, in the universe,
But this is, as any movement towards something, an operation of the mind. The expression of thinking.
Mind can’t see it, can’t see that order, can’t meet it, so it invents an idea of finding it.
And in this idea, it flows, over days and years and lifetimes,
Imagining progress, suffering from distance, writing down fake maps describing the path to perfection, and trying to live by those maps.
If the question of perfect order is presented by itself to itself,
The mind can’t operate upon it,
Can’t examine it, can’t answer it, can’t participate in any invented quest,
Because the question itself, is the announcement of that perfect universal order, a pointer, that invites a different kind of attentive presence,
A question that is empty of itself, is no longer a hindrance to itself.
The question, for perfect order, is a perfect mistake, can you see it?
I enjoyed this, nice mix of introspection and a poetic sense.
Nice! Once this is seen maybe the mind is "near" to see it's limitations? And finally find it's right place?
Amihai, what do you mean by "a question that is empty of itself"? That it doesen't move towards an answer?